Tyler's eyes flickered--from Eliza to the gun and then back again. He opened his mouth, closed it, and then let his eyes flicker once more--to the office where Garrett had spoken to him.
Tyler nodded. "Okay," he said. He took two steps backwards, eyes still flickering between Eliza and that gun. His duffel bag lay discarded on the ground; he slowly stopped over and picked it up, never quite taking his eyes off Eliza.
"But don't threaten," Tyler said. "If you're going to shoot, shoot. I don't think you can afford to hesitate here." Two more steps, and Eliza still hadn't moved. Then Tyler nodded. "Be careful," he said. "Cody'd be messed up if you got yourself killed."
Tyler ducked around the corner, then turned and started sprinting. As he did, he glanced down at his hand, bleeding where Eliza had bitten it. And a slow grin started to spread across his face.
(Tyler Lucas continued in Stagecoah, and other vehicles